Today, I have lost faith in myself.
The exam was absolutely awful. The socialising afterwards was great, though.
I didn't plan on drinking. Last time I drank to celebrate a finish, I drank way too much. It was one of the physically worst feelings I'd ever experienced, with emotional embarassment to boot. To be honest, I still feel slightly sick when I think of drink. It's not as if I vowed never to touch alcohol again, but it's definitely altered my attitude towards the ole demon beverage.
It's interesting point of view, seeing through sober eyes. Watching how the behaviour of people change. Noting how the conversation gets gradually louder, people talking over each other, admittances that you know wouldn't be uttered had there not been the beer in the bloodstream, observing how obvious it is that there's a a bunch of drunk twenteenagers in the corner who are totally oblivious to the attention they are attracting on an otherwise quiet afternoon.
Well, I suppose I'm not so much of an old bore/teetotal saint/sanity-conscious kind of gal as while initially keeping to the J2Os, I was eventually goaded into getting a drink or two (or having them bought for me...) and while I didn't even teeter past tipsy, it was fun while it lasted.
It possibly wasn't the best idea to go to the library for a bit afterwards. Somehow, a gaggle of giggling girls stand out a lot more in a place of silent study. And of course, we couldn't forget, as we aimed to point out to everyone else we met, that wait a miniute - have we finished out exams?! Yes, yes, I think we have, and oh what a shame, do you still have to revise...? Oh it's a bit cruel, but so very amusing...
On the jukebox: The Go-Go's ~ Head Over Heels
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